"Yes, in this case. With the frequent amount of raids he's doing day and night he's only leaving himself open." Luke explained. He unfolded a map showcasing several sections of Sanskirt, red marks and circles illustrated on the map. "He's fond of raiding Italian warehouses and pawnshops so we're going to have to split into teams and search these places.
"Talk to the owners of them and say you're a Bay Dog. They'll help you."
"What kind of person is Kellogg?"
"The kinda person who wants a gun, causes trouble and gets shot by a gang of unorganised thugs."
"As I've said, he's raiding endlessly. And with recklessness you're only going to be giving yourself a death wish." Luke then widened his eyes and remembered a unique trait.
"Oh yeah and he's wearing a tanned suit."
"Well I didn't spend two tours in 'Nam without learnin' a couple tricks. We should split up into teams, wait up at the big targets with an ambush, and blow his fuckin' ass right outta this city."
"Two bit asshole, wears a tan suit and hates Italian goods. Anything else?"
"Do you want it done quietly, or would you rather us gun him and his men down in the street?"
[QUOTE=kilerabv;49692955]"Two bit asshole, wears a tan suit and hates Italian goods. Anything else?"[/QUOTE]
Luke pulled out a small teared up photo of Kellogg years ago. He slammed it on the nearest table and nodded. "That's all."
[QUOTE=Infab;49692965]"Do you want it done quietly, or would you rather us gun him and his men down in the street?"[/QUOTE]
"Your decision. Either option won't harm us so long as we get out of the scene as quick as possible."
"Hmm...decisions, decisions...Well, lets decide on teams, shall we?"
"How is this? We find him and then I talk to him. While I talk to him, one of you guys shoots him."
"So when do we start?" Asked Viktor.
"I suggest you all start exploring these areas and see what you can find now. That way we can connect the pieces together and get rid of the bitchtit." Luke rubbed his eyes, locating his holster along with his HP Browning. "Pick your teams and get moving."
Frank took the photo and looked at it for a good 15 seconds. He made sure that the face was imprinted in his mind.
[QUOTE]"So when do we start?"[/QUOTE]
"Now. I'm leaving in 10 minutes to scout around the hit areas. Best to know what he carries around. If you want to tag along feel free. But we should keep it up to 3 or 4 people max." He looked at Luke "Is there a way we can keep in contact with each other?"
Luke then turned to see any loose leaf paper above the counter of the bar. Ripping a piece of paper off he wrote the main hideout's number and gave it to Frank. "Hideout number. Usually it's for me and the building so share this only with members of OBT."
"I'll go ask around some pawnshops. Maybe they've seen him recently. Do you have another picture?"
Mikhail stood up from his chair.
"I have a jeep in my workshop down the street if someone wants transportation".
"Now if I had another then I would have certainly placed it along with that other picture eh?" Luke said with irritation.
Kevin sighs. "Mikhail, could you drive me around to the local pawnshops? I'm sure Luke could provide us with directions."
"Ok, got it." He took the paper and his bag upstairs. A few minutes later he came down with the kevlar vest under his shirt, one of his pistols holstered on his hip and a knife. "I'll be checking out the warehouses, if you want to breathe more of that fresh ocean air, meet me outside."
[editline]8th February 2016[/editline]
"Oh and Kevin, here you go." He handed Kevin the picture.
Rodney gets up and heads out to meet Frank. "I'll roll with you."
"Thanks. Ready to go Mikhail?" Kevin asked. He was excited and his fingers were unconsciously wiggling.
Voronov looks the picture over. She studies it, taking in every feature and detail on the man's face. She then stands, grabbing her AKM, and heading upstairs.
Minutes later, she follows Frank back down the stairs, wearing simple webbing around her torso and with her PB mounted on her hip.
"Following you, Frank. Viktor, wanna tag along? That'd make four with Rodney."
Mikhail looked at Kevin, "If you can get a map woth directions from Luke then I'll grab the jeep".
He walked out the door and headed up to his workshop to het his UAZ-469. He parked it outside and lit a cigarette while waiting for Kevin.
Luke then heard Mikhail, he pulled the same map and gave it to Kevin, "Don't mess that up." He warned him with an index finger pointed at him before he returned to his office.
Kevin walked outside and got into the Jeep. "Here's the map. Let's go."
Mikhail glanced at the map and began driving over to the nearest pawnshop marked on the map.
"What are we gonna look for? It's not like they would lnow anything about him at every italian shop". He asked while tossing the cigarette out of the window.
"He's been going around to pawnshops. Probably someone will remember him if reminded with a little cash."
Julia wakes up from her bed and walks downstairs, late as usual. She notices that a few people have left.
"Aw man, did we get a job already? Is it too late to join?" she asks everyone still inside the bar.
"Yeah, some fuckin' serial fuckhead named Kellogg. Some of the others are scoutin' out for 'im."
Julia puts on her jacket and sees Kevin and Mikhail starting the jeep, about to go. She bolts out the door and shouts, "Hold up, hold up!" to the duo.
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